If you think purple is just a color, then you never spent twelve years caged in white walls. First thing I did after getting early-released from Thumb Correctional was buy a gallon of satin-sheen purple. My sister snuck her name on a lease for my apartment in Detroit. Landlords don’t like collecting felon signatures. And I probably wasn’t supposed to, was probably breaking lease agreement, but rolling that first wall purple was like breathing after a life lived underwater. Purple doesn’t care what you did. Purple only wants to blanket you in a big, warm bruise.